A quick 15 minutes later, the car rolled to a stop in front of the boxing gym.
Yvette stepped out and walked gracefully, Just as she entered the gym, she bumped into Adam, who was on his way out.
âYvie, what are you doing here? I told those guys to take you home.â
Adamâs expression turned uneasy at the sight of her. He instinctively raised a hand to cover his right cheek, clearly trying to save his pride.
âPut your hand down,â Yvette said.
Adam attempted to laugh it off. âYvie, Iâm fine. Letâs go home now, itâs getting late-â
Before he could finish, Yvette interrupted him with a cool, commanding tone. âDonât make me say it twice.
Adam cautiously glanced at Yvetteâs expression. Though still reluctant, he obediently lowered his hand, wary of upsetting his sister.
The other team members watched in disbelief. When did their captain become so obedient?
And why did Yvette have such a powerful presence? She didnât even need to be angry to command respect. Anyone would want to submit to her.
Seeing the wound on Adamâs face, Yvetteâs brows furrowed. Her displeased gaze fell upon Wilson who had come out after them.
âWho told you to mess around with Adam?â She didnât want to see either of them get hurt.
Seeing that Yvette was really angry, Wilson abandoned his casual demeanor and became visibly flustered. He lowered his stance and apologized sincerely. âYvie, I was wrong.â
Adam was initially taken aback by Wilsonâs attitude, but he couldnât help feeling a sense of delight as Yvette defended him. As her older brother, it seemed that he mattered more to her than Wilson did.
If Adam had a tail behind him, he would be wagging it with pride right now. The frustration from his previous loss had vanished completely.
Before he could enjoy it for long, Yvette looked at him indifferently. âWhy are you laughing, Adam? Do you really like to fight?â
âNo. I donât like fighting,â came his immediate response.
Upon noticing Yvetteâs icy stare, Adam grew nervous and started stammering. âYâYvie, donât be angry.â
âCaptain, who won between you two in the end?â The team members standing by couldnât help but ask out of curiosity.
They thought Adam would win, but they saw Wilson free of injuries, while Adam had a wound on his face. It was so strange!
âYeah. Who won?â
âUm⦠wellâ¦â
At the mention of the match, Adamâs expression faltered, and he stumbled over his words.
He wasnât one to shy away from losing; he just didnât want to embarrass himself in front of Yvette.
âIt was a draw.â Wilsonâs deep, resonant voice broke the tension.
Adam instantly sighed in relief, feeling a bit more favorable toward him. At least Wilson had the sense to spare him the embarrassment in front of Yvette.
âYvie, donât be mad at me. I promise I wonât fight him again.â
Yvette didnât respond. She simply turned and walked into the boxing gym.
âWhat do I do? Yvieâs upset with me! How can I make it up to her?â Adam fretted, panic rising in him. âThis is bad! Iâve only just returned, and Iâve already made her angry. What if she doesnât like me as her brother anymore?â
âCaptain, donât worry. Yvette isnât the type to hold grudges. How about I grab some ointment from the car to treat your cut?â
âNowâs not the time for treatment! Itâs just a small scratch, itâll heal on its own.â